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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Fate_&_Destiny, Romantic_Porn, Misuse_of_Ice_Cream,
      Feminization, Suicidal_Thoughts
  Collections:
      Fuckpig_Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-13 Words: 7860
****** Ice Cream Man ******
by dollylux
Summary
     It's Jared's birthday, and Jensen wants to indulge him.
Notes
     For my favorite girl on her birthday. I love you the most<3<3
     Contains flashbacks in which Jensen is seven and engages in sexual
     activity. Just so you know.
     Title from Tom Waits.
“Your birthday’s coming up.”
“Hn.”
“Twenty-seven,” Jensen says with an impressed sigh, turning over onto his
stomach so he’s laying half on top of Jared, trapping his spit-shined, soft
dick between their bellies and against his own much tinier one. He looks up at
Jared who’s dozing after their two-hour fuck that made the bus rock as it flew
down the highway and that left Jensen absolutely convinced that it took this
time.
He’ll steal a pregnancy test from Wal-Mart later just to be sure.
“Noo,” Jared mumbles, one arm flung over his eyes, the other one stroking
sweeter than he realizes at the sweaty honey of Jensen’s hair. “Seventeen
forever.”
Jensen grins, the adoration on his face only present because Jared isn’t
looking at him to see it.
“Not seventeen,” he says softly, petting at Jared’s hairy chest, circling his
nipple and soaking up the steady rhythm of Jared’s heart beneath his palm. “I
wasn’t there when you were seventeen.”
“You were in my dreams,” Jared replies, eyes still hidden, but a grin spreads
wide across his mouth, the twin points of his tongue pressing against the back
of his teeth. Jensen snorts, throwing one leg over Jared’s body to climb on top
of him again, the muscles in his thighs and ass and back burning with overuse,
his cunt as sloppy as a old whore’s and leaking a creamy puddle on Jared’s
empty balls. He stretches out on top of his man like a kitten, wrapping his
arms around his neck and arching his back when both of Jared’s hands travel
down the length of his spine to grip his slap-bruised ass.
“Liar,” Jensen says just to keep up the conversation, licking his lips when
Jared starts to play with his asshole, smearing in the come oozing out and
fingering the swollen pink rim. Jared’s eyes are open now, staring right up at
Jensen, and there are one thousand unborn stories and quiet sorrows there,
trapped in the strange swirls of colors that Jensen’s never seen before in
anybody else’s eyes, not ever. He brings his hand down in a firm slap on
Jared’s nipple, making him grunt and making his dick throb with twisted
interest under Jensen. “Don’t change the subject.”
“From what?” Jared asks. He feeds three fingers right up into Jensen’s cunt and
Jensen forgets his own goddamn name for a minute, just keeps his ass popped and
his bottom lip between his teeth while Jared curls his fingers in deep thrusts
against Jensen’s insides, pushing at his still swollen g-spot and making his
dick leak between their stomachs.
“Doooon’t,” Jensen whines because he knows Jared likes when he’s a whiny brat.
He earns a slap on the ass that makes his booty bounce, and he’s pretty sure he
should win a Nobel Peace Prize or something because he actually, legitimately
climbs off his Daddy and tucks himself into the corner of the bunk, pouting up
at him even as a smile pulls at his mouth.
Jared’s lazy-grinning again, and he sucks his fingers clean of his own spunk
before making a grab for the cigarettes trapped under Jensen’s thigh.
“My muscles hurt,” Jensen tells him, unfolding one leg and stretching it out
over Jared’s stomach, his toes very near his face.
“Where?” Jared asks, exhaling away from Jensen and toward the tiny crack in
their curtain.
He sticks his bottom lip out and points to the backs of his thighs that feel
strained from being shoved up in half for nearly two hours and dicked to within
an inch of his life. Jared smirks and pushes himself to sit up, leaning back
against their nest of pillows and tugging Jensen closer by his ankle.
He melts back against the mattress when Jared starts to deep massage the
scrawny, tight muscles in his thigh.
“Feel good?” Jared sounds indulgent, like a good daddy. Jensen wants to ride
his face.
“Birthday,” he says instead because, well. Nobel Peace Prize winner and all.
“You wanna pop outta a cake for me?”
Jensen twitches when Jared hits a particularly hurty spot.
“I’d just eat it all and you’d be mad at me.”
“Pool party?”
Jensen cracks an eye and peeks up at him.
“If I saw you lookin’ at another boy in swim shorts, I’d drown him,” he reminds
him.
“Hmm. Well, I don’t really want anybody to die on my birthday, I guess,” Jared
agrees, fingers traveling up to the jizz-slicked insides of Jensen’s thighs
where he’s really tender.
“What about a fantasy?” he asks, grabbing the stuffed pig Jared won him at a
fair in Kansas last month and using him as a pillow.
“What do you mean?” The words are muffled around the cigarette caught between
Jared’s teeth so he can use both hands on Jensen’s body, and he seems to be
genuinely distracted by working out the knots in his poor little legs.
“I can… yanno. Do one. Or… like. Indulge in one or whatever. Like a slutty
housewife.”
Jared raises an eyebrow in an almost perfect imitation of Momo.
“You already are my slutty housewife.”
“C’mon, I mean it.” He uses his crab toes to grab some of the hair on Jared’s
chest and pull on it, earning him a slap on the inside of his thigh that nearly
makes him moan. “Tell me. Anything. Like… legit, baby. I have, like, no
limits.”
“What if I wanted to take a dump on your face?” Jared’s face is a mask when
Jensen squints down at him, but Jensen refuses to take the bait.
“Do you wanna take a dump on my face?” he asks.
Jared slouches in disappointment that he didn’t gross Jensen out.
“No,” he admits in a mumble.
“Tell me,” he begs, so soft, the heel of his little foot rubbing along the heft
of Jared’s dick. “Please?”
“It’s dirty,” Jared warns him.
Jensen rolls his eyes.
“You fisted me the second time I met you,” he reminds him. “I was fourteen.”
Jared’s dick pulses beneath his arch.
“God, don’t remind me,” Jared groans, reaching down to cover Jensen’s foot so
he can’t move it. “I thought you wanted me to focus.”
A pause.
“And it was the third time I met you,” he adds.
Jensen frowns.
“What do you--”
“First time was outside after the show in Pittsburgh. When you had me sign your
tits. Second time was in Philly. Third time was in NYC.”
Jensen feels his heart expand, pushing against his birdbone ribs.
“Daddy,” he nearly whispers.
“Anyway,” Jared says with a cough, clearing his throat. His cheeks are pink at
the roundest parts. “Fantasy.”
“I’ll do anything,” Jensen reminds him, just to feel his cock shiver with the
truth of it.
“I kinda want to… reenact something,” Jared starts, running the tips of his
fingers along Jensen’s smooth leg now, probably not even aware he’s doing it.
Jensen’s eyes laze like the spoiled little thing he is, his foot stretching
like a ballerina over the length of Jared’s cock.
“Is there a story?” Jensen asks.
Fox-sharp eyes flick up to find Jensen while long fingers circle his love-
bruised knee.
“I’m not a very good storyteller,” Jared says.
“Try,” Jensen suggests.
Jared nestles back into the pillows, takes a long drag of his cigarette, and
stares up at their starry, stickered ceiling.
---
Stealing cars isn’t as easy as the movies make it seem.
There are eleven hundred miles between San Antonio and the shit-town in Georgia
where Daniel is buried, and Jared had gotten over hitch-hiking once and for all
last year when he’d nearly been raped and killed and dumped on the interstate
by a sleazy old fuck who’d seemed harmless at first.
He doesn’t know if the nasty bastard had survived when Jared finished with him
and put his knife away, and he really doesn’t fucking care, even now.
This year’s anniversary trip was done in his shitbag cousin’s Bronco II, a
pretty reliable hunk of metal that had gotten him all the way to Georgia and
back to Texas with only minor complaining. Jeremy’s probably gonna kill him
when he gets back home, but it’ll be worth it. Of course it’ll be worth it.
The drive back west had taken two days, all told, a straight shot along I-20
through four states until he’d ended up back in Texas, feeling a strange mix of
burden and relief when he’d cross the stateline.
Daniel’s grave had been as comfortable of a bed as it’s always been, and he’d
taken the time to plant a rose bush on this trip, wanting to give Daniel
flowers that won’t just turn brown and die in a few days.
His mama had told him fall was a bad time to plant roses, but he’d brought a
black cherry Floribunda rose bush and planted it beside Daniel’s grave,
breathing in the scent of them the whole two days he’d spent there with him in
Blairsville.
It gets harder to leave Georgia every year, and at eighteen, as a homeless
dropout with a burgeoning addiction to black tar heroin, he’s not in a hurry to
get back to the city where he sleeps on couches and in cars and occasionally
outside in his own parents’ backyard, when the weather is nice and they go to
bed early.
He finds himself leaving 20 West and exiting into a town called Richardson, a
place north of Dallas that seems to have lots of high-end shopping centers and
big houses, even from the interstate. And the only thing he knows about
Richardson is the kid Jeremy Delle who blew his brains out in front of his
class back in the 90s and inspired Eddie Vedder to write a song about him.
Once he’s--
---
Jared stops, glancing down the length of his long body at Jensen sprawled
across his legs, blinking at him with those big eyes.
“What?” he says.
“That’s where I’m from!” he tells Jared, even pointing at himself with a kelly
green-tipped finger. Jared raises his eyebrows for that.
“Like… actually from Richardson? I thought you were from Dallas.”
“Dallas is just easier to say,” Jensen replies. “Just… wow. Anyway, go ahead.
I’m sorry.”
He presses an apologetic kiss to Jared’s hairy ankle, and Jared relaxes back
against the pillow and tries to remember where he left off.
---
Once he’s properly lost in this sea of rich white people, he can’t help but
think about how some of them might be at work this time of day and maybe leave
their doors unlocked.
A couple of hours later, he’s got $800 in his duffel bag and a bellyful of
leftover pot roast and potatoes, and a bunch of ugly gold and diamond jewelry
that he plans on hocking as soon as he gets back to San Antonio.
The sound of an ice cream truck gets Jared’s attention just as surely as it did
when he was little, and he only stops to berate himself for a single second
before he flips on his signal and follows the creepily cheerful warble of the
truck down a couple of streets and reluctantly when it finally turns into an
elementary school.
“Don’t run!” calls an exasperated woman the second Jared opens his door,
followed by the thundering of dozens of tiny feet and a chirpy song of excited
children that quickly surround the ice cream truck.
Jared shuts the door to the Bronco and leans back against it, resigned to
waiting out the herd of third-graders who are digging in the pockets of their
jeans and jackets to find enough change for an ice cream.
The teacher eyes Jared from the other side of the chainlink fence, probably
thinking the tall, starved kid with greasy hair who smells like sweat and spunk
and a cemetery looks like trouble, and she’s really not wrong.
Kids start opening ice creams immediately, and the teacher has to stop glaring
at Jared long enough to run back inside for napkins and wet wipes.
He approaches with a five dollar bill once most of the kids have thinned out,
and there’s only one hanging around the truck but off to the side, staring
longingly at the menu list of ice creams from under absurdly girly blond bangs
but not making any move to buy one.
Jared almost steps up to the window where the ice cream guy and probable
convinced sex offender is waiting to take more money, but the massive, sad eyes
on that little baby face make Jared hesitate. He turns away from the truck and
faces the kid, trying not to notice the pornstar pout on a seven-year-old
mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, zipping up his hoodie and kneeling down in front of
the little boy.
“Mama doesn’t give me extra money anymore,” he says sadly, his voice so small
and precious it makes Jared’s toes curl in his dirty boots. He wipes hard at
one of his eyes, leaving it red and watery in his wake; Jared recognizes
pretend-crying when he sees it.
He barely holds in a smirk.
“Why’s that?”
“She said I spend it on frilly things!” The little thing is pissed, hands going
on his sassy hips, his Traci Lords pout out in full force now. “I don’t buy
frilly things. I don’t. I only like to get candy.”
Jared glances back at the impatient ice cream dude, holding up a finger to tell
him to wait.
“I think she probably said frivolous,” Jared replies.
The boy pauses, cocking his head thoughtfully.
“Is candy frivlus?”
Jared smirks, ducking his head to hide the peeked-out dimple. He’s charmed.
“Nah,” he says, standing up again and pulling out the five dollar bill. He
holds it up to the boy whose eyes grow the size of Disney princesses’, the
green in them sparkling with possibilities. Jared holds the bill out to the boy
but just barely out of reach.
“You want it?” he asks.
The little doll licks his lips in anticipation of all the ice cream a five
dollar bill can buy, and he pushes up onto his tiptoes in his light blue
Converse to try and reach it. Jared lifts it up higher, full-out grinning when
the boy lets out a frustrated whine.
“Answer me,” he tells him.
“Yes!” the boy snaps, stamping his foot at a complete stranger, wiggling his
tiny fingers like he’s entitled to Jared’s hard-earned money and to all the ice
cream he can fit in his belly.
“Jenny, c’mon!” A little brown-headed girl calls from the playground, her mouth
smeared with chocolate ice cream. “It’s your turn to push me on the swing!”
“Just a minute!” the boy, Jenny apparently, yells back. He looks back up at
Jared with renewed sweetness, blinking with long, dark lashes and pushing his
toes together, looking like a little Lolita in such a careful, studied way that
Jared is momentarily speechless.
Jenny knows how pretty he is. Jared can tell by how he’s barely not smiling at
the apparently dumbstruck look on Jared’s face.
“Please?” Jenny says, soft as a lamb but with the eyes of a teenage girl.
Jared tears his eyes off of the boy, but just long enough to survey the
schoolyard and to look again at the man who’s watching their every move, a
maybe-witness to the impending crime Jared can feel scratching under his skin.
Jared’s almost dutiful when he speaks again; he knows how this script goes.
“And what are you gonna do for me?” he asks, holding the five close enough for
Jenny’s baby fingers to graze it.
Jenny sighs and drops back down to his flat feet after a surprisingly graceful
but unsuccessful attempt to steal money from a grown man.
“Whatever you want. Just… please? I hafta go back in soon. And I never get ice
cream. Mama says I don’t want to get pudgy.”
He wants to punch Jenny’s mama in the mouth and spoonfeed this boy ice cream
until he’s soft and round and content with it. He lowers his arm finally and
puts the money within reach, and Jenny takes all of two seconds before he
reaches up and snatches it from Jared’s hand, his little bowlegs taking him
right up to the window of the ice cream truck.
“What’ll it be, sweetheart?” the man asks with a grin, throwing a lascivious
wink at Jared that tells him that his secret will be safe with this pervert, at
least.
“Two Pink Panther bars, please!” the boy chirrups, pushing up onto his tiptoes
to get his elbows on the metal counter. He turns to look at Jared, his long
hair hanging nearly in his eyes. He looks almost shy, subservient. “Do you want
anything, mister?”
“Nah,” Jared says with a wave of his hand, letting the boy see his almost-smile
this time. “Get whatever you want.”
The exchange is made quickly, and Jared refuses the change the boy tries to
hand him. The guy flat-out grins at Jared before waving goodbye to them, slowly
pulling out of the parking lot while his scary ass siren song plays over a
speaker on top of the truck.
“C’mon,” Jenny says, looking around just as carefully as Jared had before
leading him back toward the playground, and Jared has no choice but to follow.
They slip in and shut the gate back behind them, and Jared follows Jenny’s
bobbing blond hair and his illegal, candy apple ass along the side of the gate
and down to a massive bur oak in the farthest back corner, the spot hidden by
the curved angle of the yard and the slight downward hill of it.
Jenny plops right down beneath the tree and tears into the first ice cream bar,
pulling out a sorry imitation of the Pink Panther’s face, complete with red
bubblegum balls for his eyes. Jared sits down beside him but closer to the back
corner of the fence, just in case anybody decided to peek down into the shadows
while they’re here.
“Is that your favorite ice cream?” Jared asks, watching carefully as the boy’s
little rosebud mouth opens and closes around the strawberry pink top of the ice
cream bar. He sucks a melty piece off and nods enthusiastically as he rolls it
around in his mouth, his lips already wet and creamy with it.
Jared shifts and shoves a hand between his legs to squeeze his dick as covertly
as possible.
“What’s your name?” Jenny says, licking at the bar now, never once taking his
eyes off of Jared as he does.
“Jay,” he tells him after a moment’s pause, figuring Jenny is a nickname, too,
so they’ll at least be on even ground here. “How old are you?”
“Seven,” the boy garbles around another mouthful of ice cream. “Why? How old
are you?”
“Sixteen,” Jared lies again, wanting and resisting the desire to reach out and
wipe Jenny’s messy mouth clean. “So, your mama won’t let you eat ice cream, but
she’ll let you wear a pink jacket?”
The boy looks down at his baby pink hoodie with a serious little frown, some of
the joy slipping from his face as he’s apparently reminded of another one of
his kept secrets.
“No,” he replies quietly, licking his lips clean. Finally. “This is Danni’s
jacket. She’s wearing mine. We trade while we’re at school.”
“Why?” Jared asks, leaning back against the fence, wrapping his arms around his
legs.
“Cause my favorite color’s pink, and that’s against the rules.”
Jared’s face falls blank.
“Rules?”
“Daddy has rules on how little boys should be. It’s on my wall, next to my
dresser.”
Forget the mom. Jared’s gonna head over to Jenny’s house and gut his fuckhead
of a daddy.
“What kinda rules?” he asks, wishing he’d bought this kid more ice cream.
Jenny shrugs, looking smaller than he already did before, his little shoulders
pulled in as he focuses on his ice cream, his voice soft.
“No pink stuff. I have to throw away my pink crayons, too. Boys dress like
gentlemen, no matter if they’re little or not.” He tugs the zipper of his pink
hoodie down and shows Jared his navy blue polo shirt. “No dolls. No dressup. No
playing with mama’s makeup. No playing with boys unless I act like a boy.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Jared asks, reaching out without even realizing
it and tugging up the sleeves on Jenny’s hoodie so he doesn’t get ice cream on
them.
“I can’t pretend to be a princess,” Jenny says glumly. “Or a queen. Or be
rescued. Or tortured or killed. Or be a mommy. And boys can’t kiss me.”
Jared’s smile comes back immediately.
“Oh? Do boys try to kiss you a lot?”
“I’m real pretty,” Jenny says matter-of-factly before digging the tip of his
tongue in to try and pry a gumball eye out. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
“Sweetheart, you’re the prettiest thing on this whole playground,” Jared tells
him, and it’s a kind of religious experience watching Jenny glow under that
praise, his eyes lighting up again like they had when he first tasted his ice
cream. He lowers his mostly eaten bar and blinks up at Jared with a hopeful
smile, two red gumball eyes clacking on his teeth inside his mouth.
“Do you really mean it?” Jenny asks, scooting a little closer to Jared now, one
of his knobby knees digging into Jared’s thigh. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying,” he replies, lowering his legs and making a little more room
for Jenny to get even closer, if he wants. “I knew it the second I saw you. I
couldn’t tell that you were even a boy for a minute.”
“Really?” Jenny says, enthralled, the ice cream melting slowly on the stick in
his little hand, but his attention is entirely on Jared now. Nothing is more
important than being pretty.
“Promise,” he tells him, reaching up to run a hitchhiker’s thumb over the side
of Jenny’s mouth, licking the lukewarm strawberry remnants he gathers there
off. “Finish your ice cream, cutie.”
Jenny grins dimple-hard, probably for the nickname, and he doubles down on his
ice cream bar, eating it with relish now that he knows Jared is watching him,
that Jared thinks he’s pretty. Too soon, there’s nothing left but the stick,
and Jenny’s got an extra pink mouth and his eyes back on Jared.
“What do you want for the ice cream?” the little one asks, and Jared fucking
swears this kid’s done this before. He looks sweet and coy and hungry, and
before Jared knows it, Jenny is straddling one of his legs and sitting on his
knee, the hard bone of his kneecap pressing right up between the crack of
Jenny’s light-wash jeans. He holds up the second ice cream bar, still in its
package, and offers it to Jared. “Do you want this?”
Jared shakes his head, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from dragging
the child up into his lap.
“It’s yours,” he insists.
Jenny watches Jared for a long moment, and he only looks away to tear the
package open, pulling the second bar out and licking at it immediately, seeming
pleased to find that it’s already softened from being out of the freezer for
awhile.
“Then what do you want?” Jenny asks, his pupils big and dark, all but absorbing
the green in their safe shadows under the tree. He laps at the ice cream
noisily, the wet flashes of his tongue making Jared so hard in his dirty jeans
that it hurts, makes him grit his teeth where his dick is digging at the inside
of his zipper.
He wants to eat this boy alive.
“That’s big,” Jenny observes, pointing between Jared’s legs while Jared drifts
off into his own head, imagining what a seven-year-old pussy tastes like. Jared
follows Jenny’s gaze down to his own dick that is bulging fat and undeniable
under soft denim, and it shivers out slick because of Jenny’s attention.
“Yeah,” Jared grits out, reaching down to squeeze his dick, showing off how
long it is, giving the boy a clear idea of its shape. “Real big. I’m just as
big as you are pretty.”
Jenny smiles, charmed, not at all alarmed that he’s sitting on a stranger’s
lap, eating ice cream, and staring at the guy’s massive boner.
“Why is it so hard? Mine doesn’t do that much. Only when I’m excited.” He tips
his head to the side, regarding Jared thoughtfully. “Are you excited?”
“Very,” Jared agrees, shifting again but careful not to disturb the tiny weight
that’s moved up to his thigh. He reaches out and clamps a big hand down on
Jenny’s knee, giving it a slow squeeze.
“Why?” It sounds innocent, but it’s practically purred, and the baby’s ice
cream is once again ignored in favor of Jared.
“Because I’ve got the prettiest thing in Texas on my lap, eating ice cream. And
the way you lick that thing makes me think of what you could do to this.”
He rubs his dick again, fingers pressing in hard against his balls. Jenny moves
even closer, so close that Jared could count the star system of freckles on the
boy’s face, so close that he can smell the sweetness of his sugary breath, can
feel the heat emanating off his tiny body.
“Can I see it?” Another lick of ice cream, this one real slow, green eyes
holding onto Jared’s the whole time. “Please?”
Jared wouldn’t deny this little darling even if he had a conscience, and
there’s sure as fuck not anything stopping him now. He thumbs and drags his
pants open, reaching into them and his underwear and pulling his dick out,
letting it sway heavy and angry-red between his body and Jenny’s.
“Oh, wow,” Jenny whispers, sliding out of Jared’s lap to lay on his stomach
beside him, his little feet lifting to cross at the ankle behind him, ice cream
held just barely above the close-cut grass. He’s only inches from Jared’s cock
now, and Jared grits his teeth as his dick bobs toward Jenny like it knows
exactly what it wants. “How big is it?”
“Ten inches or so,” Jared tells him, trying to play it cool, but he’s proud of
his big dick. He grips the base of it and gives it a shake, making the
honeydrop at the tip of it shiver and nearly fall off.
“What do you want me to do to it?” the boy asks, so close now that Jared can
feel the warm huff of his breath across his burning cockhead, can practically
feel the damp, tight hole of his mouth.
He’ll be mortified if he comes before Jenny can even suck him off.
“Lick it,” he tells him, reaching up with his left hand and cupping the back of
Jenny’s little head, fingers sinking into thick, long strands of hair. “Just
like you lick your ice cream.”
Jenny looks up uncertainly into Jared’s eyes before glancing at his melting ice
cream bar and finally back at Jared’s dick, moving in closer on his elbows. He
licks his lips before he finally lets his tiny, freezing cold pink tongue slide
out and drag up the side of Jared’s cock from just above his fingers all the
way to the tip.
Jared full body shivers for that, his fingers closing in tight on Jenny’s head,
keeping him close, his teeth gritted so hard his jaw pops.
“Good boy,” he tells him with an amazing lack of air, his right hand leaving
his cock to the sweet little boy licking at it so he can cup his head with both
hands now and feel his movements completely. “God, that’s so fuckin--”
“Can you--” Jenny lifts up, licking his lips and looking shy, his babysoft
cheek brushing warm against Jared’s cock. “Can you say ‘good girl’ instead?”
Jared’s hand goes immediately back to the base of his cock, squeezing so hard
he nearly yelps, but it’s the only thing that keeps him from coming right then.
“Yeah,” he manages, petting Jenny’s hair with shaky fingers, trying to guide
him back down to his dick. “Anything you want, doll. Just… just keep licking
me.”
Jenny tucks back into his treat and resumes his licking, awful proprietary and
eager for a seven-year-old virgin (surely to fuck), but Jared just takes that
as a sign that he was meant to find this little fucking dream today.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as warmly as his heart will allow, his hips lifting in
restrained, hungry little fucks. “Fuck, you’ve got such a pretty mouth, baby.
Such a pretty little mouth.”
Jenny preens for that, his little back arching hard, his feet swinging happily
in the air where his knees are bent and digging into the grass. He interrupts
his licking only to start kissing at Jared’s cock, big, sloppy smooches all
over, even down against his hairy, smelly balls that Jared yanks up
desperately, all but begging for Jenny’s tongue there, too.
“Ohmygod, marry me,” he groans when Jenny laps at his straining balls, drawing
a sweet giggle from the little thing and another sweet kiss to the base of his
cock.
“Do wives do this for their husbands?” Jenny asks, nuzzling at Jared’s dick
like he’s a kitten and it’s a petting hand, only getting back to licking when
Jared tips his dick down to offer up his wide, runny slit.
“All the time,” Jared sighs, melting back against the chainlink fence when the
tip of Jenny’s tiny tongue wiggles into his slit, his own hand moving up and
down the fat meat of his cock as the sweetest little mouth suckles at the head
of it. The sound of children playing dangerously close by completely fades, the
fact that he doesn’t have anywhere to live and that everything he has right now
is stolen, including this moment, all disappears, leaving only the sensations
of this child against and on his body standing out in stark relief against the
horror of the rest of his life.
It honest to god feels like Jenny is saving his fucking soul.
“I’ll be your wife,” Jenny whispers, slick bubbling up against his lips that he
licks away immediately. His sweet mouth closes up in kisses on Jared’s knuckles
every time his hand moves up, his tongue digging around to lick under Jared’s
filthy fingernails. Jared’s eyes roll back in his head, his lashes fluttering,
and he wishes he had the discipline to keep his eyes open and watch this, but
it’s too good. This fucking third grade dream is too goddamn good.
“Suck on it, baby,” Jared tells him, twisting up a good handful of Jenny’s hair
at the crown, tugging on it just enough to make it feel good, something that
makes Jenny shiver against him, makes him drop his ice cream and shimmy even
closer to Jared, his little heart pounding against Jared’s thigh. “As much as
you can.”
That babydoll mouth opens up, laying a path of velvet warmth into heaven, and
he closes his lips around Jared’s fat cock and draws him in, letting him slide
over his tongue until he runs out of space. Jared pinches the inside of his
wrist hard enough to draw blood just to keep from coming.
He can feel the sharp edges of Jenny’s little teeth, and he wonders dreamily
how many of them are still milkteeth.
“That’s it,” he encourages, petting Jenny’s now sweaty hair back from his
forehead, gathering it all up in a tiny ponytail in his fist. He’d love to put
this child in pigtails and Disney princess panties and open him up on his dick,
call him everything girly and delicate in the English language and fill him up
with every load he makes and then explain to him where babies come from. He
pushes Jenny down just a little, the head of his cock nestling into the
impossible softness at the back of his throat, making him gag and tense up.
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”
“Help me,” Jenny gurgles around his dick, slurping up all the spit he’s leaked
out onto it like he’s afraid to make a mess. (It’s probably on the list of his
Daddy’s rules.) “Show me.”
“Just relax,” he tells him, knowing full well they aren’t gonna get any further
down Jenny’s tiny throat, but just the thought of bulging it out is nearly
enough to do him in. “Just breathe and relax and let me move you.”
Jenny nods as Jared gathers up more of his hair, holding onto it with both
hands as he starts to push and pull Jenny’s little head, fucking his grade
school mouth as deep as he’ll let himself go, just deep enough to make Jenny
lurch and gag every few thrusts. His dick is slimy with pink, strawberry-
scented mess straight from Jenny’s stomach, and he’s stunned that the little
thing doesn’t seem to mind slopping on it, doesn’t mind that his face is wet
with it, that he’s gagging and almost puking and he doesn’t know if Jared will
force him to do more than this, more than he wants.
The trust Jenny has in him, almost more than anything, is what tips him right
over the fucking edge.
“Hold on, baby girl,” Jared chokes out, hurrying to grab his cock and yank it
out of Jenny’s gasping mouth. His knuckles knock into his swollen bottom lip as
he jacks himself off frantically, groaning low and long in his throat as his
asshole tenses and his balls pulse and his slit expands and explodes with hot
splashes of thick come.
It lands perfect on Jenny’s beautiful face, striping over his open mouth, one
freckled and flushed cheek, and over the long sweep of his eyelashes. The next
one nails his eye again, followed by four more that hit perfectly over his
trembling tongue. Jared sticks his dick back in and Jenny rushes to suckle at
it, moaning contentedly as he nurses at the head of Jared’s cock, swallowing
down his salty, potent jizz in easy gulps.
Jared watches him in silent amazement, only blinking when he absolutely has to.
He pulls his dick out of that mouth only to gather more come on it, grinning
when Jenny smiles as he runs the tip over his eye to get most of the come
there. He sucks it back down happily, both his small hands gripping the base of
Jared’s dick, barely meeting around the width of it. He licks and sucks at it
until Jared can’t take it anymore, until he’s wincing and tugging his tiny slut
off his dick and pulling him up by his hair until Jenny’s curled up in his lap.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers, his heart fluttering dangerously when Jenny
giggles as he starts to lick his face clean, gathering up the rest of the spunk
he’d marked him with, groaning quietly when he feels those greedy little hands
slide down to play with his dick some more.
“I want it,” Jenny says softly, another pout, just like earlier with the ice
cream.
Jared never thought he’d fall in love with a third grader.
He kisses the handful of a child in his lap, his mouth almost twice as big as
Jenny’s, but he swears he’s never kissed somebody so hungry in all his life.
Jenny opens up like a baby bird, keeping good and still so Jared can open his
mouth and let the wad spill from his tongue right down over Jenny’s, licking at
the boy’s chin and his throat while Jenny licks his own lips and swallows over
and over.
A bell rings suddenly, shocking them both and making Jenny’s gentle, absent
grip on Jared’s cock tighten. Jared hisses, growling even as he grins and leans
in for another kiss that Jenny doesn’t know how to return. The little boy just
licks at Jared’s mouth, lapping at his tongue and at the dirty film on his
teeth, seeming completely unfazed by every bad or disgusting thing about Jared,
like Jared just happens to be everything he wants.
“Was I good at playing your wife?” Jenny asks, his tiny hands cupping Jared’s
scratching cheeks, his salt and sugar mouth kissing at the flicking tip of
Jared’s tongue.
“You’re the best wife in the whole world,” Jared promises him, giving his less
than a handful sized ass a hard squeeze with both hands before lifting the
child out of his lap and standing him up beside him. “Recess is over, right?”
“Yeah,” Jenny sighs, staring resentfully at the hill obscuring the school and
the rest of the students from them. “It’s math time now. We’re learning to
count money.”
Jared tucks himself back into his pants and reaches up to fix Jenny’s hair,
smoothing it back down and wiping off the rest of the wetness from his flushed
face.
“Good,” he says, tugging the boy’s sleeves back down again and giving one last
squeeze to his ass. “Learn how to count money. Hide it somewhere in your room.
Any money you get. That way, you can buy stuff you like that your stupid
fuckin’ parents don’t want you to have. They don’t know shit, I promise.
There’s nothin’ wrong with you, you hear me?”
Jenny nods, suddenly tearful, his hands getting stuffed into the pockets of his
little pink hoodie.
“Nothing,” Jared insists, moving up to his knees so that they’re mostly eye-to-
eye. “Don’t ever listen to anybody who tells you that you need to be different
than you are. Promise me.”
“I promise,” Jenny says, his chin trembling, moving to stand closer to Jared,
practically tucking against him, like he doesn’t want to leave.
Jared smiles, trying to make this clean, less painful.
“Give your husband a kiss goodbye. He’s gotta go to work.”
Jenny breaks into a grin, throwing his arms around Jared’s neck and pressing a
sweet, childish pop-kiss against his lips that Jared licks into something more
sinister, ending it with a solid suck of Jenny’s bottom lip that makes the boy
shiver against him, small fingers pulling at Jared’s long hair in the back.
“Bye, husband,” Jenny says with an amazing amount of bravery, even as his green
eyes shimmer with a forever goodbye.
Jared touches the kid’s cheek, savoring the soft and warm of him, wishing with
all of his disgusting, greedy heart that he had more time with this boy.
“Goodbye, little wife,” he replies.
Jenny takes off at a run, disappearing way too fast over the little hill and
out of Jared’s line of sight. He leans back against the fence again and sighs,
heavy and bereft this time. He glances over and finds most of a Pink Panther
face melting in the grass near his knee, and he grabs it up, staring into his
red gum eyes that he tasted first in a little boy’s mouth.
When he’s sure that the coast is clear, he stands up again on shaky legs,
walking back towards the opening in the gate and eating the rest of the ice
cream bar, grass and little boy spit and all.
He finds himself back in the car with enough will to drive the rest of the way
home and not just straight into oncoming traffic the way he’d considered just
this morning.
Jared Padalecki tries to never look back, but he can’t help but spare a glance
at Dartmouth Elementary one last time before he pulls out of the parking lot
and away.
 
---
 
Jensen can’t move.
Jared finishes talking, finishes his story, and Jensen realizes he hasn’t moved
in a solid ten minutes. Maybe he’s breathing, maybe, but he can’t move
otherwise.
Jared cracks his eyes open, his dick standing up completely hard and dripping
just from telling the story. Jensen doesn’t even glance at it.
“Jen?” Jared says.
He wants to slap Jared for not seeing it yet.
“Baby,” Jensen says slowly, tears filling his eyes now as all the emotions
about that day that he’d kept so carefully tucked away flood to the surface.
“Don’t you get it?”
And yeah, Jared had smoked a joint just before they fucked, but surely he’s not
as high as his uncomprehending eyes make him look. He sits up even more, legs
tugged up until he’s cross-legged and frowning in confusion at Jensen.
“What… I don’t--”
“It was me!” Jensen exclaims, a sob choking him immediately. He’s trembling all
over now that he’s finally said it, his eyes blurring with hot tears. He rushes
at Jared, climbing into his lap just like he had apparently all those years
ago--ohmygod--his arms wrapping up tight around his neck. “Jenny. That was me!
Babe, that was me.”
“No,” Jared says, pushing Jensen back just enough to meet his eyes. He shakes
his head in disbelief, but Jensen can see the realization starting to happen.
He sits back on Jared’s lap, that fat dick nestling between his soft ass as he
waits Jared out.
His heart leaps when it finally happens.
“Holy shit,” Jared whispers.
“It was me,” Jensen sobs, clutching at Jared’s arms, at his face, pulling him
in to rub their foreheads together and kiss desperately at his mouth. “It was
me. I was your little wife. You were my first kiss. You were my first… my first
everything. You were. You changed my life. You… I thought you weren’t real. I
thought I made you up. All these years, I thought I had made you up.”
“How,” Jared mumbles, too stunned to even react to Jensen’s kisses, to the
clutching pull of his hands. “Ohmygod. How did we do that? How did I find you?
How was it you?”
“You were meant to find me,” Jensen says into his mouth, tears wetting both of
their cheeks but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t fucking care. “You were so
perfect. I told Danni, but she never believed me. She said I was lying. I used
to make up shit all the time like that. But… but you were so real. You were
different. I could taste you. I could still taste you, even years later.”
“Jenny,” Jared says, leaning back to search Jensen’s eyes. “You… fuck. Fuck.”
Jared gathers him up against his chest and leans forward, holding Jensen
against him as he rustles around in his cubby built into the wall. Jensen
nestles down against him, tucks his nose against Jared’s neck, and breathes him
in gratefully.
They settle back in again, and Jared’s got what looks like an old camera bag
now, an ugly gray thing with a plastic buckle and a black strap, and he opens
it up and digs around until he finds--
A snack-sized ziploc bag gets pulled out and opened, and Jared pulls out a
seemingly random, unimportant popsicle stick.
“That…” he starts, looking between the little wooden stick and Jensen’s tearful
eyes. “I just… I never forgot that day. Never forgot you. Never.”
Jensen sniffles, honest to fuck sniffles, and he tries to wipe away his tears
before Jared teases him about them. He cranes around to the top self on Jared’s
bunk, the one Jared cleaned out just for him to use, for all the silly contents
of his backpack that he’d traveled with across the country.
He unearths a beaten-up copy of Sarah by JT Leroy, opening up to the middleish
where he’d left off and digging out his bookmark.
He holds it up to show Jared. Taps it against the matching one in Jared’s hand.
“Me either,” he says.
Jared stares for a long time at the twin popsicle sticks held in a lazy X
between them, both darker on one end than the other, probably forever
discolored with years of spit (and Jensen’s with lube and boyjuice from being
used as a dildo, just for sentimentality). The look on his face is something
Jensen will never forget but that he’ll never have words for, and the way Jared
closes his eyes and digs his forehead hard against Jensen’s says more than
anything their mouths ever could.
“Get on my dick,” Jared whispers after a long moment, reaching down with his
free hand and grabbing Jensen around the waist to get him positioned just
right, “little wife.”
Jensen beams, laughing in a broken, sobby kind of way as they both drop their
little wooden sticks and work to feed Jared’s dick back into Jensen’s body, and
maybe it’s better this time than it ever, ever has been before.
 
---
 
“I feel ridiculous.”
It’s sunny out and absolutely burning up in the abandoned playground of an
elementary school they’d dug up in Whereverthefuck, Utah on the way to Reno,
and he’s wearing a brand new baby pink hoodie zipped up over his GG Allin crop
top.
“You look like a fuckin’ wet dream. Now, c’mere,” Jared orders with a snap of
his fingers that makes Jensen’s pussy wet. He hops to it and scampers over
towards him, grabbing hold of Jared’s hand and letting himself be pulled along
the empty schoolyard where no child is on July nineteenth.
It’s his man’s birthday, bitches.
“Ooooh, can we fuck on the slides?!” Jensen exclaims, tugging Jared away from
the trees and toward the jungle gym.
Jared laughs, a short, awkward noise, but it’s a laugh anyway. Jensen’s heart
melts like the ice cream in the bag dangling from Jared’s finger that they’d
had to go to seven different gas stations to find.
“Later,” he says, rerouting them back to the shade, to the line of trees along
the edge. “But you’ve gotta do something for me first.”
Jensen’s heart is in his throat when he kneels down in the grass under the tree
and opens a Pink Panther bar, and he can’t help but kiss at Jared’s hands as he
opens his jeans and digs that very same cock out that Jensen had first fallen
in love with all those years ago. And maybe to Jared it doesn’t seem like very
long, but it was a lifetime to Jensen, to a seven-year-old who fell in love way
too fast.
Jensen looks right up into Jared’s eyes as he licks at the strawberry and
vanilla ice cream bar, knowing exactly what he’s doing this time. Jared leans
back against the tree and holds his dick out, hissing with surprise when Jensen
lays his ice cream bar flat against Jared’s cock and smears it all over.
“Fuck!” Jared laughs, reaching down to grip Jensen’s head much harder than he
did way back when.
Jensen smirks at him, gazing up through his lashes even as he catches the tip
of Jared’s fat dick, tongue flicking at the thick piercing before he takes him
across his tongue and down his now-bottomless throat, tasting salt and
strawberry and nostalgia, the flavor of first love, of fate.
“Good girl,” Jared whispers, tucking Jensen’s hair behind his ear and settling
back as Jensen starts to move on his dick, warm all over from the praise, for
being a part of this completed circle.
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